Fear and Loathing On Cape Cod - Piebald

If I find my way back home, I’ll say, «What am I doing here?»

We have made our camp, but not settled

Nothing can touch us here

We took the van one night

The three of us, contraband and our bikes

The city was left behind

Our own vacation, our own weekend

Our own fear and loathing except on Cape Cod

At two in the morning when my body’s not attached to my head

We got on our bikes and rode

My legs like Jello when we rode that night

Hot livers and cold purse

The day was going everywhere in a hurry

Instead of nowhere fast

Take a pill, do substances, have a drink

Recreational drug use to drive golf balls

It’s the most comfortable and uncomfortable place

The discomfort is not in a bad way

No, not in a bad way

Don’t make me go home

My own chocolate heart

Look at your scales, your head is on all wrong

I’ve got monsters on my brain

A towel on his head after jumping off the pier

Rama said I looked like a Kennedy

And Ryan’s taking pictures

And flattery doesn’t make sense in our state

We had to make our own fear and loathing on Cape Cod